All that spirits desire, spirits attain.

I do not want you to hear that I LOVE you, but I want you to feel it without me having to say.

And when you were a silent word upon Life's quivering lips, I too was there, another silent word. Then life uttered us and we came down the years throbbing with memories of yesterday and with longing for tomorrow, for yesterday was death conquered and tomorrow was birth pursued.

When we oppose the hidden conscience, it does us hurt. When we betray it, it judges us.

Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.

It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.

Only those return to Eternity Who on earth seek out Eternity.